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Bellatrix Lestrange: 19 Femslash Fic Recs
The majority of the fics submitted for this challenge are posted to tumblr and reblogged onto this blog (a list of ships that have been written can be found here), but we also have this AO3 collection and there are a lot of incredible fics being posted there that don't make it to tumblr. I still want to highlight those because honestly some of the are amazing.
This is a list of 19 (micro)fics, word counts ranging from 30 to about 500. Quick, easy, captivating reads. All of them involve Bellatrix in the ship, and the ships range from pretty popular to those you've never heard of (but won't be able to get enough of once you're hooked).
They're sorted per prompt they were written for (A full list of April prompts can be found here), and I've listed their Word Count, Rating, and Archive Warnings. Do mind the tags and ships on some of them, there's a fair share of age gaps and blackcest involved (and remember the basic rule: Don't Like, Don't Read)!
Enjoy!
Prompt: Smile
Mercy || Bellatrix Lestrange/Lily Evans || Rating: Mature || Words: 42 || Achieve Warnings: Rape/Non-con || Author: Triggerlil
To Break The Spell || Bellatrix Lestrange/Dominique Weasley || Rating: Teen || Words: 37 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: Herochick007
Prompt: Morning After
Merciless || Bellatrix Lestrange/Lily Evans || Rating: Teen || Words: 50 || Archive Warnings: Rape/non-con, Major character death || Author: Triggerlil
Prompt: In Between
A Shag Between Time || Bellatrix Lestrange/Hermione Granger/Minerva McGonagall || Rating: Explicit || Words: 97 || Archive Warnings: chose not to use || Author: HadesVampire
In Between || Bellatrix Lestrange/OC || Rating: General || Words: 100 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: Kamarao0917
Prompt: Different
A Fallen Sun || Bellatrix Lestrange/Hermione Granger || Rating: Mature || Words: 34 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: Herochick007
The Opposite || Bellatrix Lestrange/Lavender Brown || Rating: Mature || Words: 39 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: Herochick007
Prompt: Lips
Cinnamon || Bellatrix Lestrange/Hermione Granger || Rating: General || Words: 58 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: Cottagewhore
Lips || Amelia Bones/Bellatrix Lestrange || Rating: General || Words: 420 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: QueenOfStormySkies
Prompt: “I didn’t mean that”
Coming Down || Andromeda Tonks/Bellatrix Lestrange || Rating: Mature || Words:37 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: Herochick007
Prompt: Genuine
Genuine || Bellatrix Lestrange/Lily Evans || Rating: Teen || Words: 160 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: QueenOfStormySkies
Wanted To Know || Bellatrix Lestrange/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Mature || Words: 42 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: Herochick007
Prompt: Champagne
Toasting || Bellatrix Lestrange/Mrs Zabini || Rating: Teen || Words: 39 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: Herochick007
Prompt: Graveyard
Back To Her || Bellatrix Lestrange/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Mature || Words: 39 || Archive Warnings: Major Character Death || Author: Herochick007
Black Widow || Bellatrix Lestrange/Mrs Zabini || Rating: Teen || Words: 289 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: LesbianKJ
One More Time || Bellatrix Lestrange/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Mature || Word: 31 || Archive Warnings: Major Character Death || Author: Herochick007
Prompt: Beach
Beach || Bellatrix Lestrange/Hermione Granger || Rating: Not Rated || Words: 165 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: UmpteenthAnonymous
Prompt: Hair Dye
Mind Your Words || Bellatrix Lestrange/Hermione Granger/Minerva McGonagall || Rating: Teen || Words: 69 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: HadesVampire
Prompt: Leather
Ride Me, Pet || Bellatrix Lestrange/Hermione Granger/Minerva McGonagall || Rating: Explicit || Words: 223 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: HadesVampire
(If any of the fics on here happen to have been reblogged on tumblr, too, that's just an oversight on my part! No harm in something being promoted twice, though)
#bellatrix lestrange#hp femslash#fic recs#harry potter#bellatrix x hermione#bellatrix x hermione x minerva#amelia x bellatrix#andromeda x bellatrix#bellatrix x narcissa#bellatrix x mrs zabini#bellatrix x lily#bellatrix x OC#bellatrix x lavender#bellatrix x dominique#dominique weasley#hermione granger#minerva mcgonagall#narcissa malfoy#amelia bones#andromeda tonks#lavender brown#mrs zabini#lily evans#fic submissions#april 20 leather#april 18 hair dye#april 17 beach#april 8 smile#april 11 different#april 14 genuine
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can we talk about how there are people who ship narcissa and mrs. zabini...?
#i mean i do appreciate#they both are slay queens honestly#marauders#dead gay wizards#gay wizards#dead wizards from the 70s#harry potter#sirius black#remus lupin#james potter#incorrect marauders era#incorrect marauders quotes#slytherin skittles#slytherin#narcissa black#mrs zabini#zabini x narcissa#marauders tumblr#bellatrix black#the noble and most ancient house of black
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Accident - Mrs. Zabini x Bellatrix
Warnings: murder
Ship: Mrs. Zabini x Bellatrix Lestrange
Word count: 256
Prompt: Accident
for @sapphicmicrofics
It was an accident. It was an accident. It was an accident.
Maybe if she said it enough times in enough ways with enough gravity, the police would believe it. She might even believe it.
She was merely defending herself; she would tell them. He came home drunk and full of sin. She had no choice.
They would understand, wouldn't they? She was only doing what was necessary. It was her or him.
Yvette looked into the mirror, catching a glimpse of the body slumped on the bedroom floor, and her stomach tightened.
He was a good man—a dull man, but a good man nonetheless. He didn't deserve it, but what choice did she have?
He was supposed to have been out of town. He was supposed to have been sucking up to his godforsaken boss and not coming home to see her in such a position.
Her hand trembled as she fixed her makeup in the mirror.
He would have understood. If she had told him about the affair beforehand, he would have understood. The man was a forgiving soul. He was a fool for love—a fool for her.
It was all his fault.
It was his fault.
“It was an accident.” She heard herself say.
She turned around, laying eyes on her lover, who was carefully rolling her dead husband’s body into the soiled rug.
“It was an accident, right?” She asked the woman.
They’ll believe me, right?
She saw Bellatrix stare at her for a moment, then grin. “Third time’s a charm, yeah?”
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for the @sapphicmicrofics prompt “gothic”
ship: bellatrix/ms zabini
ao3
The house is positively gothic and Bellatrix laughs in delight.
“What a thrilling inheritance!”
“That's what I thought when I married him.” Viola Zabini winks as she says it, intertwining her fingers with Bella’s.
“You have very good taste.” Bella wrinkles her nose. “Just not in men.”
“Fair enough.” Viola draws her closer. “What about my taste in women?” The last is a throaty whisper, their mouths inches apart.
“Amenable.”
“Ooh.” Viola claps her hands together. “You haven’t seen the master bedroom!”
Bella laughs.
“Really, Vi?”
“I have no ulterior motives whatsoever.” She replies with a knowing smirk. “It really is lovely.”
“I’m sure it is.” Bella smirks, still laughing, letting Viola pull her up the grand staircase.
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narcissa/nobleflower centric fic
would anyone read a fic that’s narcissa/nobleflower centric where narcissa’s mental health is really bad bc of her parents and stuff but then bellatrix and her friends try to help her through it. and then narcissa starts to act like them and do the things they do (like drugs and alcohol) and nobody cares accept for alice. and alice is the only one who realizes that narcissa’s life is only getting worse and that narcissa has ruined her own life.
kind of like the movie thirteen except it doesn’t end on a cliffhanger.
would never happen in canon but i think it’s a fun idea
#narcissa malfoy#narcissa black#narcissa x alice#nobleflower#marauders#dead gay wizards#bellatrix black#rita skeeter#mrs zabini#please don't flop
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First Sentences
Thanks for the tag @nanneramma (x) and @apricitydays-lazynights (x)! I already know I'm guilty of writing super short first sentences. And IT'S FINE. I'm fine. Everything's fine.
Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!
💜 The White Cat [Bellatrix/Dolores, T, 450]
A white cat visits Bellatrix.
💜 Left Spellbound [James Sirius/Severus, E, 1.5k]
“It’s my first time,” he says. “I’m a little nervous.”
💜 up here, i'm floating [Bellatrix/Molly, M, 1.2k]
The boy was alive, resurrected in the giant’s arms.
💜 Healthy [Draco/Harry, G, 200]
Draco spots Harry in the Emergency Care Unit first. He's tired and bruised but still has all his limbs intact, so that’s saying something.
💜 How to Lose a Guy in 10 Dates (or Less) [Draco/Harry, M, 13.6k]
“Men are pigs,” Pansy proclaimed. She swiped a lock of dark hair from her brow and swallowed the rest of her martini without pause.
💜 Those Tight Tight Shorts [Sirius/Harry, E, 6.6k]
The war was over, the big baddie defeated. It had been months since You Know Poo had shown his snakey face.
💜 The Black Dahlia [Mrs Zabini/Ginny, M, 1.0k]
“This is it,” I say. “There is nowhere else for you to go, nowhere for you to run.”
💜 Pick a Pumpkin, Pick them all [Luna/George, G, 200]
“Isn’t this enough?” George questioned as Luna dropped yet another pumpkin into the cart. “We’ve nearly bought half the yard.”
💜 When the Castle [Lily/The Black Sisters, M, 500]
Lily had wandered in one stormy night.
💜 The Antidote [Newt/Theseus, E, 500]
“Is this” — Theseus glanced at the long metal syringe then looked away — “really necessary?”
Tagging (no pressure): @coconutice22 @peachpety @gloivy @mugsdontlie @uncannycerulean @st-clements-steps @nv-md . Sorry if you've been tagged already!
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Okay hear me out... Bellatrix Black x Mrs Zabini.
the murder lesbians, the toxic relationship, the romanticism of knife to the throat, the be gay do crime. Obviously in like AUs and stuff, pirate au, assassin au/killing eve au, mafia au. Think big. I might write one but im an indecisive procrastinator.
#marauder era#bellatrix black#mrs zabini#murder lesbians#knife to throat#be gay do crimes#be gay do piracy
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hi be!!!! today's ask is opinions on random rarepairs (you can also just rate them if giving full opinions is too much lol)
also this will be two parts (sorry for the excess lol) this one is rarepairs and part two will be rare poly ships
i'm gonna try to start sending daily asks cuz it's fun so
quillkiller (rita skeeter x bellatrix black)
prongstail (james potter x peter pettigrew)
frabastan (frank longbottom x rabastan lestrange)
mollylily (molly prewett x lily evans)
fabarthur (fabian prewett x arthur weasley)
xenodolphus (xenophilius lovegood x rodolphus lestrange)
mysterykiller (mrs. zabini x bellatrix black)
roadkill (james potter x barty crouch jr)
bitchkiller (sirius black x barty crouch jr)
moontail (remus lupin x peter pettigrew)
padtail (sirius black x peter pettigrew)
freter (frank longbottom x peter pettigrew)
rosewater (evan rosier x regulus black)
the coloring on this post took forever
hiiiii! send me as manys asks you want 🖤
okay, so i can kind of see the appeal of Rita & Bella, like they could be awful and terrible together, you know? i liked it lmao
James & Peter have SO MUCH room for angst like!!!!!
Frank & Rabastan i guess i don't care much
i guess anything with Molly & Arthur i don't see it unless is them being with each other
again don't give much of a fuck about Xenophilius & Rodolphus lmaoooooo
AND MRS. ZABINI I COULD GO ON AND ON ABOUT HER LIKE LET HER BE PART OF REGULUS' FRIEND GROUP PLS (LET'S NAME HER, HAG)
James & Barty is a NO for me as well as Sirius & Barty (and the ship name omg wtf lmaooooo)
Remus & Peter i think i really do see them as friends, but Sirius & Peter have a lot of place to explore!!!
i guess i just don't care much about Frank (at the momentttt)
and Regulus & Evan? idk i think i can see Regulus with James or Barty, so not much Evan i guess
okay so these are my opinions, some of them i didn't care much about the character to have a proper opinion about the pair hahhaha
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PROMPT June 1st
Galaxy
potential ships to write about: pandalily, Narcissa x Dorcas, Bellatrix x Mrs Zabini
inspiration: stargazing, the house of Black, thinking about one’s place in the greater world, connections between places/people/planets, being at the centre of someone's world
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WIP game
Thanks for the tag @ashesandhackles @merlins-sequined-hotpants @leogichidaa and @ncoincidences
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
I have a soooo many WIPs. I wish I had more time:
1500s magical nunnery where witches run a hospital caring for muggles
Catch me if you can- Kingsley x Sirius
The grey lady and the Bloody baron's 'love' story
Siriana bondage games
Lycoris Black and Cassandra Yaxley in the roaring 20s
Voldemort killing the Riddles
This is going to magically hurt
The travel diaries of Alphard Black
Bellatrix and Mrs Zabini
Uncle Regulus
I think I'm late to this party- so anyone who wants to join it can :D
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In honour of Taylor Swift announcing on Speack Now TV, I decided to make a series of SN tracks as Marauders era wlw ships
Part 1: Mine- Zablack (Narcissa Black x Louise/Mrs Zabini), Narcissa’s PoV.
“You were in college, working part-time, waiting tables
Left a small town, never looked back
I was a flight risk, with a fear of fallin'
Wondering why we bother with love, if it never lasts”
In a muggle au:
Louise and Narcissa both grew up surrounded by wealth, on the high end of the social anarchy- and yet they were miserable due to their abusive families, and the need to hide themselves- their sexuality, passions, dreams and wishes.
Louise’s family came from France, and she was a first\second generation emigrant in the UK. She grew up in a pushy small town, and was a brilliant student. The moment she turned 18 she left home for collage- and never looked back.
Narcissa grew up in the big city, and never really found her place amongst all the shining lights, crowded roads, and everlasting towers.
On the one hand, she had Bellatrix- the perfect daughter, who - almost effortlessly - achieved their parents’s expectations time and time again and became the proper, psycho heir they wished for. On the other hand- she had Andy, who ran away to live her truth.
Narcissa tried to find balance between all those different realities that surrounded her.
She used to want to be a lot of things; a pirate, a pilot, a vet- but those dreams quickly faded as she attempted to fit into her parents’s restraining vision of herself.
Now that she was all grown up, she didn’t really know anything. The doubt in her place- should she run? Should she stay? Grew bigger every day.
When Narcissa met Louise, she finally felt, possibly for the first time ever, that she found her place. She had someone who understood her, and loved her even with the challenges that came with with it. Their affair felt like a fairy tale, and when Louise rapped her arms around Narcissa for the first time, she knew everything changed.
They spoke a lot about their families, and always promised they wouldn’t “repeat their perants’ mistakes.” They wouldn’t put status above love. They wouldn’t go mad hiding who they are and regret not living up to their dreams.
The two of them got to know each other, and Narcissa’s parents pretty much approved of their “friendship”. They built a life together, and only then did they begin to understand their differences, and the struggles they should face as a sapphic couple. They clung to their love with teeth and claws as the vision of a perfect future slipped from their fingers and got farther and farther from them, out of reach.
Narcissa have never been truly loved, and just as Andy left her all those years ego, she expected to be left again and come back to the same old miserable place she grew up in.
Louise was nothing less then a warrior, tho. And she knew how to get what she wanted. She held on not only to their love, but to their promises and memories. In the end they managed to figure things out and stick together.
P. 1 / 2 / 3
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Venus/Bellatrix, holy shit, this girl was scary. And turning her on.
“Is this for Lord Voldemort?” Venus asked as she was cutting an eye out of a raven’s carcass assuredly. She put the ingredient in the boiling cauldron along with darkened red berries.
“I thought you didn’t care as long as the payment was delivered.” Bellatrix crashed a purse full of gold coins on the table to emphasize the meaning of her sentence as if it hadn’t been obvious.
“He usually brews potions himself is all. No need to get so defensive, Bellatrix.” She waved her wand over the greenish liquid. “It’s not like I would send an owl to the Ministry spilling about your little secrets anyway. It would ruin mine.” She plunged her determined black eyes in hers, commanding trust.
“This is for my personal need. I would brew it myself but I need this to be perfect.” Venus Zabini nodded and poured the steaming liquid in a skull-shaped little vial.
“Well, I hope you will use this potion wisely.” Bellatrix took it from the other woman’s claws before she even handed it to her.
“You can count on it.” The brunette hissed, a snarky smile growing on her lips. Her eyes were glitching. It made her look insane. Maybe she was.
“I usually never partake in potion brewing for clients.” Venus said matter-of-factly. Detached. Cold. “And I certainly avoid delivering these ingredients together.” She was staring at Bellatrix, trying to decipher her intentions. “Point is, I just handed you a very powerful potion. A painful potion that could, if ingested, compete with a thousand cruciatus curses all at once. It would only be fair that I know who it is for, wouldn’t it?”
Bellatrix never stopped looking at the vial. “There are people on this earth, Zabini, for which a cruciatus curse is no worthy punishment.”
“Would I know the name of such a person?” She tried. It wasn’t her style to ask questions but Bellatrix was so intriguing. A mystery she couldn’t bare to leave unresolved.
“You don’t know the filthy woman.” The other witch nodded. “Though you would know the name.”
Venus raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” she asked tentatively, running a seductive hand along her pale arm.
“Black. Ever heard of it?” Bellatrix mocked because, of course, she knew.
“Your…your own family? You would do that on someone your own family?” She stepped back, fear suddenly obvious on her features. Along with something more pleasant in her stomach.
Bellatrix cornered the witch. She slid one hand in her own robes to keep the vial while the other cupped Zabini’s shaped breast. The witch refrained a moan. Her instincts should be telling her to run not to imagine naughty things right now, shouldn’t they.
“Only when they deserve it. I promise.” Bellatrix laughed before bringing her lips to the other woman. She kissed her way to her ear like she loved doing so. “How about this time, I pay you with the thing you really want from me?”
Venus closed her eyes, shivering at the feeling of the other woman’s breasts against her own. “You gave me your gold.” She tried to stay detached but her breathing was betraying her.
Bellatrix laughed some more and licked her ear. “I wasn’t talking about my gold.” Holy shit, this girl was scary. And turning her on.
#bellatrix lestrange#mrs zabini#lady zabini#mrs zabini x bellatrix#bellatrix x mrs zabini#hp#hp fanfiction#hp femslash#hp rare pair#hp fanfic#hp drabble#hp one shot#drabbles#fanfics#fanfic#fanfiction#jkr#jk rowling#mine
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Requests - open
Warnings - Mummy kink, punishments, completely NSFW
Pairing - Narcissa/Mrs. Zabini/ Bellatrix
Bellatrix let out a whine as she struggled against the ropes that were wrapped around her wrists, she was blindfolded and eagerly listening to try and figure out what Mrs. Zabini had in store for her. Bellatrix was now being punished, she had went against Mrs. Zabinis orders, having went and touched herself while Mrs. Zabini was working. Well, now she going to be punished for it. Mrs. Zabini held the riding crop in her hands as she circled Bellatrix, the clicking of her heels alerting Bellatrix to the sounds and she perked up. Mrs. Zabini was circling her like prey, and soon she felt a cold wack on her lower back,making her gasp quickly at the feeling.
Bellatrix looked so beautiful standing there, hands tied above her head, the way her soft hips tilted, her black curls contrasting her deathly pale skin.
"Now, now, darling. Do you know why you're being punished like this?" Mrs. Zabini asked in a hum, eyeing up the older witch with a hunger in her eyes.
"Yes mummy."
"And why is it?" Mrs. Zabini asked sternly, letting the crop hit her thigh as she continued her circling.
"Because I was a bad girl and touched myself when I was told not to."
Mrs. Zabini let out a hum as she stopped walking, "exactly, and this isn't your first time doing this either. You are a very bad girl, and you know I love you, but I simply cannot let it slide." She said sternly, using the crop to gently tap the insides of her thigh so she would open her legs. Bellatrix did just that, spreading open her legs like she was told to.
Bellatrix stayed silent as she waited, she was so needy, and had no idea how long she had been tied up, waiting, yearning.
"Stay like that," Mrs. Zabini ordered before making her way out of the spare room she had Bellatrix tied in, making her way to the bed room, glad to see Narcissa still waiting quietly at the foot of the bed, her long blonde hair flowing elegantly down her shoulders, her white under garments making her look so innocent.
Mrs. Zabini walked over to her, her hand moving to gently take her chin, making her look up. "You're such a good girl Cissy, and I'll make sure that you are rewarded after." She assured her, smiling softly at the way her features lit up.
Mrs. Zabini gently kissed her forehead, pulling away hesitantly before leaving to get out a few toys for Bellatrix, heading back in.
The clicking of her heels alerted Bellatrix, and she moved to look at her direction. "Good girl, you stayed like that, now you are not allowed to cum until I give you permission." Mrs. Zabini sternly said to her, moving to set down the toys, grabbing a vibrator and moving over, turning it on a low speed and moving to put it lightly against Bellatrix clit, watching as she tossed her head back, tensing up at the feeling.
Mrs. Zabini watched with a smirk, slowly turning it up more as she played around with it, teasing Bellatrix every now and then.
"Mummy~" Bellatrix purred out, eagerly grinding her hips forward as she felt the pleasure build with in.
Mrs. Zabini pulled the vibrator away when she knew Bellatrix was getting close, causing for her to let out a whine, she was getting so close! "Don't close your legs," Mrs. Zabini ordered her as she moved back to the toys she laid out, grabbing Bellatrix's favorite dildo, moving over to lube it and slip it in and with a wave of her wand the toy was moving in and out of the older witch.
Mrs. Zabini moved the vibrator back to her clit, her mouth moving to suck hungrily at Bellatrixs neck, biting at it, marking it.
Every time Bellatrix was close, every time she started to beg to release, Mrs. Zabini stopped the toys, knowing how much Bellatrix was in need of the release. She kept the torture going until Bellatrix was a mess! Her cheeks a deep red, her legs wobbly.
"Please mummy! Please! Let me finish! I promise to no longer do that, I'll be a good girl from now on!" Bellatrix begged, choking back tears.
"Aw, my poor baby, well, I think you've learned your lesson!" Mrs. Zabini said in a hum, moving to gently kiss her cheek before starting up the toys one last time. "You can finish now darling." She assured her, watching as Bellatrix became undone. She turned off the toys and with a wave of her wand, everything was cleaned up, and Mrs. Zabini moved to slip off the blindfold.
Bellatrix squinted her eyed as she tried to get used to the light, her cheeks flushed and her breath heavy. "Here, we'll go lay down now darling," Mrs. Zabini hummed out, she untied the robes around her wrists and let Bellatrix lean into her.
With Mrs. Zabinis help, Bellatrix made her way to the room and laid down tiredly on the bed. "Now, Cissa," Mrs. Zabini hummed out, moving to lay down next to Bellatrix, opening her legs. "Be a good girl and come please mummy."
Narcissa didn't hesitate, moving over and moving in-between her legs, looking up to Mrs. Zabini as she began to eat her out, and Bellatrix cuddled up to Mrs. Zabini, moving to suckle gentle on her breast.
The sensations made Mrs. Zabini hum out, a hand tugging at Narcissas hair, resting her head back in pure bliss. "Good girls!" She moaned out, soon finishing and Narcissa crawled up next to Mrs. Zabini, suckling gently on her other breast.
"Such good girls!" Mrs. Zabini praised them
#i used Naomie Harris as Mrs. Zabinis face claim#god I love women#bellatrix black#bellatrix lestrange#narcissa black#narcissa malfoy#mrs.zabini#mrs. zabini x narcissa#hp wlw#hp femslash
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ꗃ fandoms and who I’ll write for
ᨳ Harry Potter : Narcissa, Bellatrix, Andromeda, mrs. Zabini, Minerva, Poppy, hermione, luna. Will write any black sister x hermione or Luna (as long as it’s adult x adult), minerva x poppy, mrs. Zabini x any black sister or any of them x reader
ᨳ Resident Evil : Mother Miranda, Donna, Alcina. Will also do any of the listed x reader
ᨳ Killing Eve : Eve and Villanelle. Will write for Eve x Villanelle or either x reader
ᨳ Peaky Blinders : I only write for Polly and for Polly x Reader
ᨳ What we do in the shadows : Nadja & Laszlo. Will write for Nadja x reader or Nadja x Laszlo
I do both sfw & nsfw stories! Please be 18+ to request nsfw.
I mainly do wlw & nblw
ꗃ wont do
ᨳ Scat/piss
ᨳ romanctization of mental illnesses or trauma
ᨳ fetisation of poc or wlw
ᨳ incest & pedophilia
ᨳ regression w/smut or fetisation of regression
ꗃ how to request
ᨳ Write your request in my asks (fandom, character(s), ship & idea)! It can be anything, it can be a little blurb etc
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Yellow
Warnings: death
Word Count: 1121
Summary: Hufflepuff Reader x Draco story based on the lyrics from the song Yellow by Coldplay (songs get my mind going with scenarios!)
Look at the stars, look how they shine for you, everything you do
Against everybody’s expectations the Slytherin Prince had asked you, y/n, a Hufflepuff and the physical embodiment of everything opposite to a Slytherin, to be his girlfriend. After years of pining after Draco, you’d said yes before he was even done asking.
The Yule ball would mark your first official date as a couple.
And so, there you stood at the top of the stairs, lifting the bottom of your long peach colored silk dress as to not trip over it as you descended. Draco stood perfectly content at the bottom of the steps, watching you, a bashful smile on full display as he took your hand.
“Y/n, you look so beautiful.” he said, gingerly taking your hand in his and giving you a twirl, right then and there in the middle of the entrance hallway. You giggled as the whole world around you melded into yellow lights. When you finally stopped spinning you draped your arms over Draco’s broad shoulders facing him, eyes nearly crossing as your noses touched.
“I have an idea.” he whispered before pulling away taking your hand in his and leading you away from the Great Hall.
Huh.
Getting to the top of the astronomy tower was the hardest thing you’d had to do in a long time, specially in those stilts you chose to wear unaware that your boyfriend had a hike planned. You were a huffing and puffing mess by the time you reached the top. Draco only growing more restless the higher you climbed.
When you caught sight of the green blanket laid out under the observatory area of the tower your heart did a little dance in your chest.
He hadn’t.
He had though.
He turned to face you, straightening up his dress robes which had slipped a little. He let out a breathy laugh, a little phased by the journey as well.
“Ta-da!” he said, a nervous smile accompanying his raised eyebrows, his hands sweaty as he awaited your reaction. Your eyes kept darting from him to the blanket, unable to conjure any words.
“I can’t believe you, you beautiful boy!” you finally squeaked after the longest and most painful seconds of Draco’s existence. You walked over, wrapping your arms around his neck. You looked into his, ever changing, now light blue eyes as they twinkled with excitement.
You spent that entire night sprawled out on the blanket next to each other talking about constellations. A subject Draco had very well hidden passion and knowledge for as he spent a lot of his free time gazing up at them. You’d fallen asleep on his chest as the sky turned a lilac color and woke up to a bright yellow sky and a screaming Filch, “StUdENtS OuT OF Bed!”
I swam across I jumped across for you oh what a thing to do
I drew a line I drew a line for you oh what a thing to do
As Draco took a seat in the Great Hall later that same morning the teasing began. He was usually a good sport, he could dish as much as he could take but sometimes his friends were just gits.
“A Hufflepuff, seriously Draco?” Pansy said with a roll of her eyes. Goyle snickered next to her and raised his eyebrows as he messily spread butter on his toast.
It was as if last nights event had solidified the relationship for everybody. The realization that it was a real relationship that was’t going to dissolve into false rumors within a few months appeared to bother his friends.
“It’s just a house.” Draco said roughly, moving his scrambled eggs around on his plate with his fork, no longer hungry.
“Funny you should say that. Mr ‘Slytherin is the best’.” Zabini who was sat next to him gave him a shove, a bit too rough for his liking and he dropped his fork.
“Yeah and isn’t she like a mudblood.“
Draco had always been one to throw that word around but he felt disgusted as he heard Crabbe voice it. They all laughed at that, how ironic that he out of all people would end up in this situation.
“Keep out of it, okay.” His voice was growing tense and his jaw was tightening but he was drowned out as Pansy spoke up.
“Yeah, about that.” she was working on peeling an orange, “I wonder what Mr. Malfoy will-“
“Enough!” barked Draco, stopping conversations going on down either end of the Slytherin table and drawing a few eyes from the Gryffindor table.
“That’s enough, you had your laugh. Now quit.” he said sharply, his scowl further confirming the banter was over.
Now his father, that was a battle for another day, he told himself taking a deep breath.
Your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones, turned into something beautiful
Do you know, you know I love you so
Moments like these were his favorite. The weight of the impending war was on his shoulders, but as he watched you sprawled out on the grass with flowers in your hair he felt he could fly.
“Come.” You beckoned him and he obeyed without hesitation.
And so, there sat Draco the death eater wearing a flower crown, Voldemort’s tasks long forgotten as he heard your laugh and cupped your cheek staring into your y/e/c eyes, falling even deeper if that was possible.
Endless ‘I love you’s filled the air as the fall afternoon sun melted into stars.
Days like these kept Draco alive through the darkest times of his young life.
Do you know ?
For you I’d bleed myself dry, for you I’d bleed myself dry
"Potter!” Draco yelled as he threw Harry his wand running across what was left of the Hogwarts patio. Harry at once came to life and caught it, the battle was far from over. Your heart soared as you watched Draco continue his run across and towards you, his face smeared with dirt from the nights events. You started pushing past the other students, wanting to take him into your arms and shield him from the wrath that was sure to come from the side he’d just betrayed.
“Draco!” you yelled, unable to move faster. His face filled with what could only be described as pure love as he almost reached you. His features twisted into the closest thing resembling a smile, his eyes filled with promises of a new life.
You heard Bellatrixs shrill voice cut through the air uttering the ultimate curse. Draco’s face crumbling in pain as he fell to his knees. You could hear screaming, it was coming from everywhere.
You reached him as he fell onto the ground catching him with your own body, only when you tried to speak did you realize it was you who was screaming. You held his head on your lap and held onto his hand, squeezing tighter than ever before.
“Draco, Draco, Draco..” you chanted in between sobs as if to stop the curse from seeping through.
His grey eyes looked back at you, fighting the exhaustion he must be feeling as he slipped from this world.
“Y/N, you know I lo-love..” he choked out, unable to continue, his eyes pleading, searching for the confirmation in yours that you knew this.
You nodded as heavy tears rolled down your cheeks. His hand gripped yours, his beautiful eyes focused on your face, as if he wanted to get one last good look.
“Shhh, shh I know Draco, I’ve always know. I love you too..” you managed to speak through your gasps for air. You leaned down gently peppering his face with your kisses and tears as his eyes finally closed.
His hand let go of yours, your words setting him free.
You know i love you so
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2019 Draco/Reader Secret Santa Fic Exchange - Sugar and Spice and Everything Not-So-Nice
Note: This is my fic for @eltanin-malfoy‘s 2019 Secret Santa Fic Exchange. It has been such a pleasure to take part in this exchange, and, hopefully, it will be the first of many more to come! I don’t know who my person is yet, but, to you, lovely person, wherever you are, I hope that you enjoy it! I don’t know if this is the direction you were intending the prompt to go, but I thought it was super fun to write. Merry Christmas! :) And a giant thank you to @eltanin-malfoy for allowing me to take part in this exchange!
Prompt: “Draco baking for the reader.”
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Female Reader
Warnings: Being too sugary sweet (ba dum cha)! :)
Read it here on AO3.
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Of all the things that Draco Malfoy had faced in life, the last thing he expected to battle was the kitchen. From facing his father’s scrutiny to tolerating Aunt Bellatrix’s zealous adoration of the Dark Lord to the fall of the Malfoy name and discovering the need to reassimilate himself - albeit quietly and somewhat awkwardly - into functioning normally after the war, nothing compared to the catastrophic events unfolding in his typically pristine kitchen. Baking was not Draco’s forte.
He couldn’t fathom how you’d become quite so excellent at the craft he now discovered to be so ridiculously complex. Always relinquishing the cooking to you, the thought of it being particularly difficult had never crossed his mind. He’d always known you were a remarkably bright witch, so he hadn’t found it odd in the slightest that you brandished a wooden spoon as skillfully as you did a wand.
However, in the hours he’d recently spent coated in ingredients, Draco had realized he’d underestimated you. A lot.
Baking was hard.
Yet the bright wizard was not one to be defeated quite so easily.
Countless times he’d witnessed you in the kitchen, whizzing away across the wooden floors as you produced piles of lovingly made goodies. Those days, he’d always teased you about it, hostility ebbing into his voice as he reminded you that the Weasleys and Potters surely had their fair share of confectionery from the previous week’s escapades. The next morning, he’d be met with a cheeky remark as you bounded out the door, delicately wrapped parcels cradled to your chest.
He secretly adored your generosity. Although he would never admit to it, a few extra red tins would appear in the cupboard after you’d announce your recipe of the week. Even more would appear when you mentioned wanting to mail a package to Mrs. Weasley or Neville. Although the professor could procure ample treats at Hogwarts, nothing quite compared to your creations.
Yet today, on this chilly winter afternoon, the blond had decided he’d bake something for you. On occasion, you’d come home exhausted from work and desperately craving a pastry or cupcake but be too exhausted to put up with making a batch. Rather than bake something for you - cooking had never been a skill Draco had needed nor wanted to practice - he would cuddle you up and delight you with movies and back rubs until you fell into a peaceful slumber in his arms. Spending time with him was something you cherished, and even though sometimes you would’ve enjoyed a delicious treat from your husband, you never pushed him to bake for you. Couples certainly didn’t need to share all their interests, after all.
Your persistence in the kitchen, arguing to use muggle cooking methods rather than leave it all up to magic, was something that both fascinated and exasperated Draco. In an attempt to make you proud, he was opting for the magicless route as well, a choice he now found to be messy and uncoordinated.
With an unamused groan, he scraped the newest batch of deformed cookies from the baking trays, staring in defeat at the items that littered the counters. Charred cookies and raw batter greeted him, blobs of flour smeared across the floor, and a set of poor formed cupcakes stared at him in utter disgust. How you were capable of whipping out madeleines and toffee, cookies and fudge, tarts and pretzels, along with the most glorious cakes, he’d never know.
Glancing at the clock, he knew you’d be coming back from the Weasley’s soon enough. The surprise was meant to be a plate of delectable goodies, not a haphazard kitchen in need of cleaning. With a wave of his wand, the mess began to disappear, bubbles foaming in the sink and water splashing across the dishware as his shameful first attempts were whisked from sight.
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When you arrived home a short while later, the all too familiar sound of rustling parchment greeted you. Draco was perched in his favorite chair by the window, eyes casually skimming over the news. He seemed to glow, cast in the grey evening light with the upholstery, a color one could only describe as that of gillyweed, arching above his back and curving around his sides.
He glanced up from his reading as you rubbed the chill from your hands, wedding ring glinting ever so gently. That sight made him smirk, the way you cherished the delicate piece of silver, an emerald in the shape of a tiny dragon egg perched across your flesh. For a moment, his mind raced back to the day you stood before him at the altar, a mirage of elegance and perfection he could finally touch after the war. You were everything he’d ever hoped to find, filled with intelligence and wit and a level of affection he was scarcely accustomed to receiving.
“Have fun with Weazelbee?” he asked, lips curling into an expression a tad more mischievous. He knew you hated it when he teased the trio. They were civil now, more or less, kind yet cautious, and he knew you enjoyed their company.
Your lashes fluttered with the roll of your eyes. “Ronald is doing quite well. As is Hermione. However, their children are quite boisterous this holiday, I’m afraid.”
“Perhaps it was all the madeleines you’ve been taking them.” His comment was a tad wry, but you let it slide. Draco, though mocking in your approach to muggle cooking and baking, always assured you that your results were remarkable. You needn't fear he disliked them.
“I wouldn’t think so. Hermione’s been hiding those for herself,” you smiled, slipping onto the couch comfortably. “Anything noteworthy?” Reaching behind you, your hand grasped for one of your favorite fuzzy blankets. With a sweet smile, you snuggled up with it as Draco scanned the paper.
“The latest quidditch scores are decent, not as good as previous years. A magizoologist is coming to London with a demonstration on proper care of common magical creatures that have been found in densely populated cities as of late.”
“Magical creatures? Here?”
He grimaced up at you. “Nifflers and such. But not around here,” he shuffled the papers. “They’ve been spotted in some business districts causing trouble. There’s been quite a lot of thefts in those jewelry stores near the Ministry.”
“Oh my,” your brow furrowed. “Is Pansy’s business okay?”
After the war, Pansy had obtained a small shop in lower London, resolving to spend her years as a vendor for second hand robes and pawned jewelry. However, as her business grew in popularity, she’d needed to move locations, finding a medium sized shop that would provide ample room for her jewelry counters and increased stock. Quite often, you’d pop by the building with a parcel of goodies she could offer her patrons. Truth be told, most got eaten before the both of you had even finished your teas.
“She owled earlier today,” Draco confirmed with a nonchalant wave to the small stack of mail. “It appears her shop is hectic from the season but doing well. She did encourage you to bring another box of chocolate eclairs, though.”
“Ah, yes. She does adore those,” you sighed. “I hope she can wait a few days,” you met your husband’s quizzical gaze, “I wanted to take Molly a Christmas pudding first.”
He nodded in understanding, eyes traveling back across the morphing photos and blaring holiday advertisements. “Speaking of,” you smiled, rising, “I’m going to start on that. She should be expecting me for tea tomorrow.”
Draco smirked at your stretching figure, adoring the way your fingertips danced through the air. Lashes fluttering and lips curling into the most beautiful of smiles, he couldn’t help the swell in his heart as he watched you recede into the kitchen.
Knowing you would be busy the next day, he reevaluated his plan.
~
While you were munching away at breakfast the next morning, Draco waltzed into the kitchen and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. “I’ll see you later, darling. Have a nice time at tea.”
“Where are you going?” you asked, hand muffling your voice as you attempted to hide the food in your mouth.
“I’m just going to run some papers up to the Ministry. Possibly stop by Zabini’s and say hello.”
With a nod of understanding, you waved him off. “Have a nice day! I’m leaving in a bit, too.”
He vanished. The pop echoed through the air in his wake.
Draco spent all day in a muggle library reading information on baking. Although he usually wasn’t one to read in their libraries, muggles had cookbooks galore, and it was precisely the reading material Draco needed.
It seemed so simple on paper.
If only reading about it could solve his problems.
~
For three more days he tried his hardest to create a delectable creation to no avail. He was halfway to giving up entirely, but the thought of how radiant your smile would be when you came home to a plate of treats drew him to persisting. He just wanted to do something to make you happy, something to remind you that he cherished your love for cooking despite his tendency to jest.
Thinking he’d give it another shot, the blond set the ingredients on the counter, flipping through one of your many recipe books with a dismal face. Muttering the recipe aloud, his voice masked the gentle sound of the floorboards creaking as you came down the stairs.
You paused a moment, watching him with a curious gaze. He seemed frustrated, eyes scanning the various ingredients that you definitely hadn’t left on the counter. Dropping a spatula, he gave an exasperated sigh. Pale hands rubbed against his tensed brow, down his tired face. “Why can’t it just work?”
“Draco, honey?” you called, stepping into the light. “What are you doing?”
He froze. Like a deer in headlights, he stared at you with the most alarmed of gazes, cheeks turning a violent shade of red under his fingertips. He’d thought you’d left already to visit Pansy. Through the distant rumble of the shower water, he was positive he’d heard you slam the door shut. Clearly his ears had heard wrong.
“Draco?” you prompted again, concern ebbing across your features.
“I just-” his voice caught, “I was, well, trying to bake something.” His voice seemed to ring loudly in the air, and he nearly cringed at the unsettling volume of it in the otherwise silent space.
You approached him cautiously, glancing toward the recipe book in confusion. “Trying to bake what?”
“Hallongrotta,” he mumbled.
Your brows arched. “Why? If you wanted some so badly, you could’ve just told me. I would have doubled the batch I made for Neville the other day.”
Sighing, Draco ran a hand through his hair. “They’re for you. I was trying to make them for you.” His voice lowered as his eyes left your face, dropping to the polished floor bashfully. “I remember how much you like them.” As if things couldn’t veer farther from the plan, his face continued to redden at the look of surprised delight that had washed over your features.
Your happiness seeped from your skin, dancing across the countertops and warming every corner of the kitchen in glowing joy. Draco was baking for you! And trying to make it a surprise, no less! It was as if Merlin himself had smiled down upon you. “You’re making cookies for me?”
Your grin was contagious.
“I’ve been trying to for a few days,” he admitted sheepishly. “I can’t seem to get any of them right.”
“What’s been wrong with them?”
He chuckled, glancing back toward the simple yet disastrous ingredients beside him. “What hasn’t been?”
Grasping his hand, you shot him a playful glance, smile adorning your cheeks. “Would you like my help?”
“I’d love it.”
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! I really loved writing this fic, and I definitely take after Draco and his lack of cooking abilities (but I can boil water, so I’m fine!). Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate, and Happy Holidays to everyone, regardless! I hope everyone is doing well this festive season, and I look forward to continuing writing with all of you in 2020! Have a great day! We’ll probably talk again before the year is out, but this will probably be my last fic of the year, so for everybody that just reads my stories and doesn’t chit chat with me here on the blog, I wish you a lovely end of the year (and decade!), and hopefully I’ll see more of you again in the new year! :)
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